If you were, then there is a good chance that your first national memory was the Kennedy assassination. My father grew up in Baltimore off of Liberty Heights. I grew up in a house my great-grandmother owned, while my father grew up with his parents in a house less than 100 feet away. That became my grandparent’s house. So my dad was close enough to Wash…
Imagine Being Born in 1959...
Attempting to walk in the moccasins of a Baby Boomer as a Millennial.
